Montbel

An aborted attempt to get to Roquefixade; the nearer we got to the mountains, the icier the roads became until I was frightened into retreat....
We headed instead for our summer haven, only today the lake waters were low and iced over.
On the outskirts of Leran, we saw a man with a painted Pierrot face, leaning against a parked car and playing a squeeze box. I should have asked him for a photo, but he seemed so incongruous leaning there, playing to no-one, that I just waved at him instead.